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Mary Darby Robinson - To the Myrtle
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UNFADING branch of verdant hue,
  In modest sweetness drest,
Shake off thy pearly tears of dew,
  And decorate my breast. 

Dear emblem of the constant mind,
  Truth`s consecrated tree,
Still shall thy trembling blossoms find
  A faithful friend in me. 

Nor chilling breeze, nor drizzling rain
  Thy glossy leaves can spoil,
Their sober beauties fresh remain
  In every varying soil. 

If e`er this aching heart of mine
  A wand`ring thought should prove;
O, let thy branches round it twine,
  And bind it fast to Love. 

For ah ! the little fluttering thing,
  Amidst LIFE`S tempest rude;
Has felt Affliction`s sharpest sting,
  YET TRIUMPHS UNSUBDUED. 

Like THEE it braves the wintry wind,
  And mocks the storm`s fierce pow`r,
Tho` from its HOPES the blast unkind,
  Has torn each promis`d flow`r. 

Tho` round its fibres barb`rous fate
  Has twin`d an icy spell;
Still in its central fires elate,
  The purest passions dwell. 

When LIFE`S disast`rous scene is fled,
  This humble boon I crave;
Oh! bind your branches round my head,
  AND BLOSSOM ON MY GRAVE.
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